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Rick Ross

Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)

 

Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch)

(album: Hood Billionaire - 2014)


"Who this?"
"Your rich bitch"

[Rick Ross:]
This is for my rich bitches
Her puppy named Panamera
Her puppy named Panamera
She got a condo in the area
Rich bitch, uh, yeah

She stay at her friend's and all these bitches is bad
Watch them lick on each other, I'm talking pussy to ass
Dope boy still at large, tracking device on their car
Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms
Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things
Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasing her dreams
Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip
She make it rain like a nigga, we got more money to get
Rich bitch, call her rich bitch
Cause she fuck with dope boys and can suck a good dick

[R. Kelly:]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts)
Girl, you doing something to me (facts, facts)
Hell yeah, keep doing that, doing that
Keep doing that, doing that, ohh, oh yeah
Keep doing that, doing that, keep doing that, doing that

I be feasting on Tinder, she taste just like peaches
Diamond-studded La Perla, that pussy's prestigious
Yeah, she remind me of something but that shit ain't my Jeep
Matching Bugattis, Versace sheets when we freak
She be moving that dough, quarter mil on her wrist
Why you niggas be slippin'? This bitch is fucking your bitch
Saks Fifth, pop tags, Neiman Mar', pop tags
Crocodile, python, that's a zoo on her bag
She on the phone making deals, we getting them checks
My Penelope Cruz, I let her meet my connects
I fuck her all on the marble, yeah, that girl is a freak
She like cumming n' money, she's the female of me

Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts)
Girl, you doing something to me (facts, facts)
Hell yeah, keep doing that, doing that
Keep doing that, doing that, ohh, oh yeah
Keep doing that, doing that, keep doing that, doing that

[Rick Ross:]
Room service for weeks, a Dusit towel on the beach
She only wear panties once, then pass it down to her niece
Let's go shopping at Boca, sixty stuffed in the sofa
Can't be tweeting locations, she posting pics from her yoga
Never party with locals, niggas with them Boost Mobiles
VIP with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa
Valet parking the Wraith, cocaine all on her face
Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign
We going bottle for bottle, Belaire Rosé to the Brut
Rich bitch is her name and she Chanel to the boot
Uh, I be dropping so much, nigga
My bitch shopping so much, nigga

[R. Kelly:]
Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (facts, facts, facts)
Girl, you doing something to me (facts, facts)
Hell yeah, keep doing that, doing that
Keep doing that, doing that, ohh, oh yeah
Keep doing that, doing that, keep doing that, doing that

done

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